The Outcast's Redemption. Sarah Mallory

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Название The Outcast's Redemption
Автор произведения Sarah Mallory
Жанр Исторические любовные романы
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       The Infamous Arrandales

       Scandal is their destiny!

      Meet the Arrandale family—dissolute, disreputable and defiant! This infamous family have scandal in their blood, and wherever they go their reputation will always precede them!

      Don’t miss any of the fabulous books in Sarah Mallory’s dazzling new quartet!

      The Chaperon’s Seduction Temptation of a Governess Return of the Runaway The Outcast’s Redemption

      All available now!

       Author Note

      This is the fourth in The Infamous Arrandales mini-series, and Wolfgang’s story is the one that started everything off for me. The Arrandales are a wild family, but Wolfgang Arrandale has always been the worst of them all—a rake and a rogue who fled to France after murdering his wife. His story is like a cloud on the horizon of the other stories, faint but always there, and finally in this book I have the chance to bring Wolf home.

      In The Outcast’s Redemption Wolf returns to England to clear his name, and in the process falls in love with a good woman. A very good woman—because Grace is the daughter of a clergyman. She has lived a blameless life, a world away from Wolf’s own experiences. Grace has suffered heartache, but her belief in justice and goodness have never yet let her down. However, saving Wolfgang Arrandale proves to be her greatest challenge.

      I do hope you enjoy Grace and Wolf’s adventure. In the process of discovering the truth of what happened at Arrandale Hall ten years ago they discover each other, and if they can overcome all the obstacles in their way they might even find their happy ending.

      Enjoy!

      The Outcast’s

      Redemption

      Sarah Mallory

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      SARAH MALLORY was born in the West Country and now lives on the beautiful Yorkshire moors. She has been writing for more than three decades—mainly historical romances set in the Georgian and Regency period. She has won several awards for her writing, most recently the Romantic Novelists’ Association RoNA Rose Award in 2012, for The Dangerous Lord Darrington, and 2013, for Beneath the Major’s Scars.

      For TGH.

      Thank you.

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      March 1804

      The village of Arrandale was bathed in frosty moonlight. Nothing stirred and most windows were shuttered or in darkness. Except the house standing within the shadow of the church. It was a stone building, square and sturdy, and lamps shone brightly in the two ground-floor windows that flanked the door. It was the home of Mr Titus Duncombe, the local parson, and the lights promised a welcome for any soul in need.

      Just as they had always done, thought the man walking up the steps to the front door. Just as they had done ten years ago, when he had ridden through the village with the devil on his heels. Then he had not stopped. Now he was older, wiser and in need of help.

      He grasped the knocker and rapped, not hard, but in the silence of the night the sound reverberated hollowly through the hall. A stooping, grey-haired manservant opened the door.

      ‘I would like to see the parson.’

      The servant peered out, but the stranger kept his head dipped so the wide brim of his hat shadowed his face.

      ‘Who shall I say is here?’

      ‘Tell him it is a weary traveller. A poor vagabond who needs his assistance.’

      The servant hesitated.

      ‘Nay, ’tis late,’ he said at last. ‘Come back in the morning.’

      He made to shut the door but the stranger placed a dirty boot on the step.

      ‘Your master will know me,’ he stated. ‘Pray, take me to him.’

      The old man gave in and shuffled off to speak to the parson, leaving the stranger to wait in the hall. From the study came a calm, well-remembered voice and as he entered, an elderly gentleman rose from a desk cluttered with books and papers. Once he had passed the manservant and only the parson could see his face, the stranger straightened and removed his hat.

      ‘I bid you good evening, Mr Duncombe.’

      The parson’s eyes widened, but his tone did not change.

      ‘Welcome, my son. Truscott, bring wine for our guest.’ Only when the servant had